Dear diary,
I’ve returned early from lunch and forgot to stop working after walking to the lunch room to refill my mug of French Vanilla.
Without fail, I would rant at my daddy. He’s annoying and I’ll be the dead one first from all the stress of dealing with another elderly folk.
So he serves the usual lunch of boiled frozen vegetables with a small teaspoon of chicken powder soup and meatballs, and leftovers of overly cooked chicken abode, which I only perfected once in my life.
That’s what usually happens. I would perfect something only once, such as cutting my mommy’s hair and cooking one chicken adobo dish.
I’m cursed. So y’all can either pray for me or stay away. As mentioned in my old blog, my presence unhinges humanz to wobble, drop stuff, bump into stuff, and to trip over stuff.
Anyway he served only one tablespoon sized frozen vegetable. I think he’s crazy to try looking like a skeleton. Freaking weird behaviors that he got away doing for many years.
He won’t stop talking about politics and I would always say I don’t care because he won’t ever change his mind. So I told him that we’re eating Cup O Noodles, or I’ll never come back home to this crap.
Sincerely,
Flynn B.
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